Chapter 394

Becks knew exactly what she was doing. Even though you were only really getting little flashes of her, and most of that was just her lips stretched around your cock, she still teased the hell out of you. The little hums and chuckles that sent vibrations through your cock were particularly distracting and thrilling.

After a full day of work and fun flirty texts, you may not have been on a hair-trigger (you did have morning sex), but it wasn’t too hard for her to get you grunting softly and thrusting a little into her mouth as you remained seated.

You reached under the table, running your fingers through her silky hair, and she responded by lashing her tongue along your shaft.

“Fuck, Becks,” you groaned softly.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked, pulling her lips from your cock.

“OK, don’t start,” you said.

That got a laugh from all three of the girls in the room.

“Keep teasing him for a bit, hon,” Gemma said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Becks said quickly and then started licking and nibbling on your shaft.

“I thought the point of this was to be quick,” you said.

“I don’t think anyone said that,” Sabrina smirked.

You groaned as the teasing continued. Five minutes stretched into ten as Becks readjusted her position under the table, getting more comfortable. She was swapping between taking your head between her lips and suckling on it as she worked her lips over the ridges, and then kissing her way down your shaft before slowly licking her way back up.

Eventually, it became too much, and you groaned in frustration as she left the head again to travel downwards.

“I’m close,” you groaned.

“Swallow it, slut,” Sabrina called from across the table.

Becks immediately clamped her lips on your cock again and started sucking in earnest. It took maybe thirty seconds for you to spill over the top and grunt as you unleashed pulse after pulse of cum into her mouth. She was humming and gulping quickly, and just as your orgasm was finishing she jammed her mouth down farther, sucking hard as she teased the head at the back of her throat before slowly pulling off you all the way.

“Fuck,” you exhaled heavily.

“Delicious,” Becks said from under the table and gave your cock a little friendly kiss.

“You want to go, baby, or me?” Sabrina asked Gemma.

“You go first,” Gemma said, shaking her head and chuckling. “I know you’re probably soaking through whatever panties you’re wearing.”

“Who said I’m wearing panties?” Sabrina grinned.

“I do,” Gemma said. “Cause I told you that you had to for work. So are you?”

Sabrina sighed and nodded. “Yes. Spoilsport. I’m wearing a thong.”

“Slut,” Gemma teased her.

“Yours,” Sabrina teased back. “Now, Becks, come take care of me.”

“Needy, needy,” Becks said as she slipped your cock back into your pants and zipped you up. She scooted away under the table, and soon Sabrina was shifting a little in her seat. She’d worn a knee-length skirt that day along with a blouse, and you wondered if Becks could get between her legs without lifting the entire thing up to Sabrina’s waist.

They figured something out, and soon Sabrina was slouching in her seat as her eyes went a little glazed and she held up some papers. Anyone who looked at her for more than a second would know she wasn’t reading them.